Luyện nghe bài hát Bout It Bout It Part. 3

[Intro: P] + (Cam'Ron)
Yo Cam, flip this thing on these niggaz
me
(Let's do it my nigga)
Well do dizang
(There's nothin', man)
(Up top, south, right)
Oh yeah, oh
(We it)
Aiight
(Yeah)
Yo, one here goes out to them boys
That's bout it, it
Master P,
We takin' this from the South to the

I represent, them killers at
145th and Broadway you get your head
Get your legs snapped, arm trist, ribs
Wig tapped, play fair day care napped
You think you real, well my is crazier
Your moms mobbin' and rapin' her, Saudi
I'm 89 and oh, and eightiers
Beef in N-O I had to call No up
mack baby gat love the way the baby
Got my boo, cop the X5, that's a baby truck
rollin' big, Jimmy in the Caddy
Dayton, Youngstown, Cleveland,
In the I represent the C-O
Please ho, Harlem forty if that's me, yo
Clipse or bricks get seven off
so white only thing missin' is seven dwarfs

[Hook] P]
Cam, you know he bout it, bout it
Jim Jones, you know he it, bout it
Z, you know he bout it, bout it
Santana, that boy bout it, it
Harlem World, you they bout it, bout it
Diplomats, you know they rowdy,
145th and Broadway, them boys
You know boys, they don't play

Aiiyo, I'm bouncin' through an or two
My crib look like the
A too, no water, only pumpin' Mountain Dew
on y'all little cats I was bound to do
I made a weird, chickenheads can't my shoes
I got head but more mouth
119th to the whorehouse, soon as the out
Papi's rotten, my top was spoppy poppin'
I pop ack some oxi cotton
club and Roxy Robins
Rubies and we poppin'
Booties, oozies and stop 'em
Battery on his head, top him
When I'm in the building dogg, you got to him
Got to spot him tray eight a floor
The D.A., seargent and coroner's - now
Highs get eight done, dips don't play none
Jim Jones, Freeky, Killa and the one - Santana

[Jim
You know I claim (What you claim?) where them bang
15th and Lennox, tray they do they own thing
In uptown, up on 40 a phat hit the block
Dogg he move water shit, he like the network
Over wet work, you come up short on that paper get a wet
Then if you walkin' Foster and Taft
that cash and gangstas put the torch to your ass
And I can't AK and Wagner
My dogs straight crazy the AK'll blast ya
One callin' daddy and Q
LB's and beat your crew, now come on
And dope stacks, right in front the liquor
Hennesy, lil' me me you know the the raw
Much upset, oh yeah bout it
16 shots up out the I come about it

P]
140 Lennox, you know bout it, bout it
and up top, you know they rowdy, rowdy
Master P, the New No
You see us hustlas keep it real, that's why we keep
Blackadome, you know he it, bout it
Lucius Sheist, you know they rowdy,
on, man we gangstas fo' sho
CP-3 representin' South, the N-O
C-Murder, the block down
We get paper whoadie even on
ATL, you know they bout it, it
Mississippi, Detroit, you know they rowdy,
L.A., you know they bout it, it
Florida and North Carolina, you they rowdy, rowdy
Oklahoma and Tennessee, Boston and Texas, they
Seattle it, Hawaii rowdy
Alaska, Chicago, I mean they bout it, it
Indiana, you know bout it
St. Louis, Kentucky, you know rowdy, rowdy
Phoenix bout it, bout it
The N-O to the N-Y, you know we rowdy,

[Outro][Jim Jones & P]
Bounce bounce bounce
Bounce bounce bounce
(You know rowdy, rowdy)
Bounce bounce bounce
Bounce bounce bounce
(You know rowdy, rowdy)
Bounce bounce bounce
bounce bounce bounce
(You know rowdy, rowdy)
Bounce bounce fool